Is your life more fucked up than mine?”Wow, I can’t image that life of being abused by your own father. And abusing others. Yeah I was ignored and...hated by my family, but never abused. I was abused, but not sexually.“George,” she says, getting ready to ask a question. I look into her eyes, when she stiffens. “Fuck, you look like my brother. Except he has a lot more weight and is not as muscular as you. Okay ... So ... What college do you go to?”“Katy, I’m only fifteen,” I say thinking to myself. His cock was soon replaced with Marc’s and Enzo instructed me to suck Marc’s cock the same way I had sucked his. Taking Marc’s cock into my mouth, I could feel it get bigger and harder, causing me to let out a moan of pleasure. Not soon after, Enzo moved me into a position so that I was now on my hands and knees with his black cock staring me in the face. Once again, he told me to take his cock into my mouth. Enzo continued to give me instructions on how he wanted his cock sucked and his balls. " Simone seemed to be trying to persuadeherself of something. "...this whole shapechange thing smacks ofselfishness. I'm not sure of your motives for changing yourself. Is itreally about fairness? Or is it about grabbing attention for yourself andusing it to step on everyone else as you climb the ladder of life? I'mtrying to figure out what kind of person this makes you." You've got me, Simone." I was nodding my head. "That's the whole moraldilemma of this thing. I have this power, this. It was. I was bored and I didn’t care that a lot of guys would have loved to be me right then. Hell, they would have loved to be me at all times. I was sitting in an exclusive rich-boy night club glaring morosely at two lines of cocaine meant for me and at a stripper between my legs trying to wake up my surly dick. No go, and I didn’t even care about not getting it up. I petted the stripper’s blond head. ‘Not your fault, doll.’ I gave her a hefty tip and she disappeared. My friends…no, not.